Amiyah's POV

I lay in bed tears running down my eyes and pryer nights mascara running black lines down my face. Though I must of cried a river not a sound came out. Just wasted tears. I thought back to the awful night. It was senior prom. The first slow song had just finished and all of us were dancing with our boyfriends. AKA one direction. That's when I heard an all to fermilier voice. It was one that belonged to a tall thin bleach blonde dancers body in a too small little pink dress. It was Vicky. Along with her other four Barbie dolls in the making. "Who is that loser" she spat. Then she shrugged and kissed zayn along with the other clones who kissed OUR boyfriends. I bolted out of the room and up to my dorm followed by the other girls. The night of our life was officially ruined.